On Hope

pt. 2

I suppose that "Hope" is a simpler, sweeter word to have stitched
pillows than, "Life kind of stinks sometimes, there's nothing you can
do about it right now, so the best you can do is try not to get too
bummed out on it."
It would take too long to needlepoint.
Yes, hope is more practical.
But it means the same thing.
Like we need a reminder on our couches.

But then, I am not such a fan of objects telling me what to do. Like,
maybe I want to have tea in the mug that says hot chocolate on it. I
don't want to eat eggs off a plate that says spaghetti! on it. I feel
weird putting anything but sugar in the canister that says sugar. It's
so restricting.
I also don't like to have lined pages in my journal for the same reason.

Maybe that's why I don't like hope. It's too restricting. Too simple.
Too pat. There is no movement in it because you are chained so tightly
to the thing that requires you to hope.

While I agree that it is important to sit quietly in our struggles. I
know we need something to cling to while the storm blows and we lose
our footing.

It's just that in the meantime, let's be brave! Let's put one foot in
front the other, trust our bodies. Trust that we will be caught . That
we are still carried, even by rougher seas.

See that? Mixing metaphors all over the place. Storms and rocks and sea.
Sorrows like sea billows roll....you know the rest.